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Newsletter 2007
Issue 14
June 16, 2007
Inside this issue:
Engagements
2
Family News
3
A Birth
3
2006 Game Winners
4
2007 Special
Birthdays
5
In Memoriam
6
Recollections of . . .
2006
Special Anniversaries 7
Honouring the
7
A Banking Blunder
8
Pritchard Coat of
9
When We Were
10
The First Year of
11
I’ve Got the Music In
12
Walter Pritchard
13
The Seat Across the
Aisle
14
Albert Louis Heron
16
Heron Family Track
Results 2006/2007
18
California Dreaming
21
The Unveiling of
Jenny Penny
23
The Heart Behind the 27
Cart
The Up and Comings
28
Last year’s picnic was held at Paul Lyn Park in Ajax. The weather was
great and everyone enjoyed the food, the company, the conversation and the
games. Especially popular was the balloon toss.
Updating Our Family History
Could you please send family information, regarding marriages, births, deaths, and
achievements (awards etc.) to Susan Kennedy at [email protected] so she can
update either the Pritchard or the Heron family history books.
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Engagements
Lucy Furlong
is pleased to announce the recent engagement
of her daughter
Mary, of Hamilton,
to
Tim Virio of Oshawa.
Nicole Brennan
is engaged to
James Day
- Wedding Date June 12, 2010
Jan and Larry Noonan
are pleased to announce
the engagement of
Kristyl Noonan
To
Brad Neilsen
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Family News
From the Roccasalvas
Last fall, Tracy and Marc
Roccasalva moved to San Jose,
CA. Marc is a Controller for
Corporate/Global Finance at Cisco
Systems, Inc. Tracy is Senior
Manager of Online, Viral and
Brand Marketing at Cisco.
Josh’s report card for preschool
shows him as being above average
performance. They go to the beach
and the aquarium in Monterey, CA
every chance they get. The
weather is almost always nice.
California has so much beautiful
foliage everywhere - and much of
it is beautiful smelling - like the
lavender that is blooming
everywhere right now.
From the Noonans
Michael’s softball team, with
Larry as coach, took the league
championship in September 2006.
Kristyl and Meaghan joined the
Women’s Safe Hockey League in
Oshawa this fall. Their team came
second in the league and third in
the province.
Last June 30, Jan retired after
31 years of teaching. The girl’s
volleyball team, coached by Larry,
took first place in Durham, again
this year.
At the end of June, Larry, Jan
and Michael are leaving for a two
month trip to the west coast. They
will drive through the United
States and Back through Canada.
A Birth
Michelle and Andy Gillis are pleased to announce the birth of their second son, Aaron Joseph
Gillis. Older brother Andrew is delighted that Aaron was born on Monday, June 4, 2007, at 10:08
a.m.
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2006 Game Winners
Wheel Barrel Race - Children
1st - Josh & Tracy Roccasalva
2nd - Dylan & Dave Heron
3rd - Paul & Daniel Heron
Shoe Kick – Adults
1st - Dave Heron
2nd - Garfield
3rd - Joseph Heron
Wheel Barrel - Adult
1st - Daniel Heron & Dave Heron
2nd - James & Joseph Heron
3rd - Garfield & Nikki
Corey Doucette went down (or should we say
way up) to an ignoble defeat.
Balloon Toss
1st - Mary Furlong & John Witherspoon
2nd - Garfield & Nikki
3rd - Jeff & Tyler Christian
4th - Megan & Bev
4th - Haley & Hannah Swain
Congratulations to
the reigning champs
of the SHOE KICK:
Paul Heron &
Dave Heron
Shoe Kick - Children
1st - Paul Heron
2nd - Nikki Witherspoon
3rd - Haley Swain
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2007 – Special Birthdays
5 years
Mariah Keeling – Jan.
Lauren Mobbs – Mar.
Chleo McCormick – July
10 years
Lucy Petro – Jan.
Laurie Heron – Mar.
Tiffany Gregorchuk – Apr.
Amada Rausch – Apr.
Shannon Witherspoon – July
Andrew Thompson – Sept.
Christopher Thompson – Dec.
15 years
Graham MacInnes – Apr.
Daniel Heron – June
Joseph Heron – June
Meredith Pritchard – Dec.
25 years
Shawn Baran – Jan.
Lesley Green – Mar.
Kristen Offen – Apr.
Meaghan Noonan – Sept.
30 years
Andy Gillis – Feb.
Ted Martin – Feb.
James Furlong – May
James Evans – Sept.
Stacy Wilton – Nov.
Michael Wilton – Dec.
35 years
Scott Martin – Feb.
David Pritchard – Mar.
Michelle Gillis – May
Jason Pritchard – Oct.
Marco Roccasalva – Oct.
40 years
Ross Rains – Jan.
Natalie Pritchard – Feb.
Michael Furlong – Mar.
Jamie McCormick – Aug.
Valerie Pritchard – Oct.
Heather Moon – Oct.
70 years
Tony Vidas – June
Bobby Hennessey – Nov.
45 years
Michael McCormick – Jan.
Pat Heron – Apr.
Edward Clark – May
Rose Mary Heron – June
Larry Martin – July
Laurie Curry – Aug.
Suzanne Rains – Oct.
Barbara Pritchard – Dec.
90 years
Vic Cummings
50 years
Michael Wilton – Apr.
Ricky Meyers – June
Gayle Wilton – Oct.
55 years
Margaret Van Rotterdam – Feb.
Patrick Pritchard – Apr.
Wayne Rains – July
Jan Noonan – Dec.
60 years
David Keeling – Apr.
Leslie Wilton – Sept.
Susan Leutheuser – Oct.
John Leutheuser – Nov.
65 years
George Pritchard – Apr.
Robert Green – June
Donald Pritchard – July
Dave Martin – Dec.
80 years
Alberta Seeley – Apr.
Virginia Davis – Aug.
Note: if your name is missing
please make sure that it is
recorded in the family history.
Send it to
[email protected]
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Walter Pritchard
Walter Pritchard passed away peacefully, at St. Michael’s Hospital, on
Wednesday, January 31, 2007, at the age of 82. Walter, beloved husband of Doris.
Loving father of Aileen, Norman, Dolores, Julia, Cynthia, Angela and Jason.
Grandpa will be fondly remembered by James, Yvette, Rebecca, Chris, Eric, Joshua,
Jason Jr., and great-granddaughter Tegan. The family would like to thank Walter’s
many friends and co-workers for their support during his brief battle with lung
cancer.
John Clarence Martin
John Clarence Martin, 91, entered eternal life peacefully, Tuesday morning,
March 27, 2007, at Eastwood Nursing Center.
John was born on April 21, 1915, in Luther, Michigan, to Clarence and Lilly
(Dobriener) Martin. On May 25, 1935, John married the love of his life, Virginia
Peters, and the couple set about establishing their home and raising a family in the
Marquette area. John was employed at the Piqua and Munising Wood Product Plant
for many years. Rarely content to work at only one job, he was also self-employed.
For years, he owned and operated Johnnies City Service in Marquette . He also
worked for the DSS&A Railroad and as a heavy equipment mechanic during the
construction of K.I. Sawyer Air Force Base. John retired after twenty years as a
corrections specialist at the Marquette Branch Prison.
John was an avid outdoorsman, happiest when he was outdoors with his family
and friends. He enjoyed hunting, fishing, camping, traveling, bowling, gardening, and long walks often
accompanied by his feline friends, especially Freddie.
John was a proud and loving husband, father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. Left to cherish his memory
are his wife of more than 71 years, Virginia; two sons, Ronald (Beverly) Martin of Negaunee and Ted Martin
of Negaunee; a daughter, Marilyn (Ed) Rathjen of Orion, Ill.; fifteen grandchildren; twenty greatgrandchildren; and three great-great-grandchildren.
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Special Anniversaries:
Michelle & Andy Gillis – 5 years in April
Laurie & Greg Heron – 30 years in May
Also on June 16, 2007
Dianne & Gordon Thompson – 45 years
Olive & George Heron – 58 years
Honouring The Lifeblood
By Larry Noonan
On Thursday June 7, Jan Noonan was honoured by
Canadian Blood Services for giving blood over 50
times. The ceremony was held at the Centennial
Building on Centre Street South in Whitby. After and
eventful trip to the location, Jan and Larry arrived for
the ceremony which was attended by people who had
given blood 50+, 75+, 100+, 150+ and 200+ times in
their lifetime. Jan has given blood 71 times and will
likely be again honoured next year for having reached
the next milestone in donations of 75.
CONGRATULATION TO JAN NOONAN FOR
HER 50+ LIFE GIVING GIFTS OF BLOOD!
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A Baking Blunder
By Jean Witherspoon
About four years ago I invited a former work colleague and her boyfriend to dinner.
Since they were both quite a bit younger than me, I thought there might be awkward
moments of silence. So, to make the evening livelier, I invited my daughter Paula
and her two young children, Nikki and Anna, to join us. The month must have been
February because it was on or near Paula’s birthday, which is February 21. I’m a
great believer in the sound wisdom that, when having company, you never cook a
dish you haven’t tested before, so I stuck to a standard meal of
roast beef and vegetables. However, when I pondered what to make for dessert I
thought why not make a birthday cake from scratch for Paula. I would normally just use
a cake mix, but I guess I wanted it to be extra special for my guests and, of course, for
Paula and her young children. I decided on a chocolate cake that included in the
ingredients - butter, unsweetened cocoa powder and sour cream. The
recipe was called Super Chocolate Cake. For the icing I got really
adventurous and made a mocha icing, which called for melted
bittersweet chocolate and even coffee granules. I envisioned my guests all oohing and aahing
over my succulent home made cake.
The cake baked well and firm and after it had cooled I iced it and put it on a fancy plate
in readiness for carrying it, with lit candles, into the dining room. I decided that Nikki could
do the honours. The main course seemed to be enjoyed by all and there was lots of chatter
and laughter during the meal. When it came time for dessert I excused myself, called Nikki
into the kitchen and closed the kitchen door leading to the dining room so as to add to the surprise of
presenting my masterpiece. Nikki was all excited at the prospect of being the carrier of the cake. I got out the
small birthday candles and began to insert them into the cake but I couldn’t pierce the exterior. The candles
just
would not go in! I couldn’t understand what the problem might be and at one point thought I might
have to get a hammer. After some hard pressing they finally went in and, turning the lights low,
and singing Happy Birthday, Nikki, bearing the cake, began her walk to the dining room. Paula
was surprised and happy and I told her she must make the first cut and make a wish. After
blowing out the candles, she tried pulling them out but they wouldn’t budge.
“They won’t come out,” she said.
Sensing that I had a baking disaster on hand and thinking quickly, I
said, “Oh, I know, it’s a different kind of cake. It’s called, Rocky
Region Rubble Cake.”
“I never heard of that before,” she said “Is it something new?”
“Kind of,” I answered meekly. “It was apparently created by someone who lives near the Rocky
Mountains.”
The most embarrassing aspect was that Paula had to actually stand up and give the candles a hard tug in
order to get them out. I passed her the knife and she tried to make a cut. No go. She had to put the long blade
across the cake and press hard before making a dent. To make a long story short, the guests had to literally pick
up the cake and eat it because they could barely get their forks through it. Fortunately, I had some ice cream
and canned fruit, which I served after removing their cake plates with most of the cake still on them.
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After a while, I had to own up to the fact that the cake wasn’t meant to be rock-like, because it was obvious
no recipe would feature a solid brick cake. I apologized to everyone but maintained that I felt no personal guilt
because I had merely followed a recipe, which I passed around and let them read. All agree the instructions
were straightforward and on the plus side they all said that the icing was delicious. The baking disaster turned
into a topic for conversation and laughter, which added merriment to the small gathering.
About two weeks later, I was making a pie and I reached into the cupboard for the flour bag. I emptied the
required flour into a mixing bowl and was just about to add the salt when I noticed the colour of the flour. It
was just the slightest tinge, but it seemed to be a very pale, pale yellow in colour. Thinking I had perhaps
bought cornmeal flour or something, I picked up the bag to read what it was. The name?
PANCAKE MIX! Then, like an epiphany, it struck me. That was what I had used in Paula’s
cake. No wonder we couldn’t get the candles in or out. Using pancake mix would have
turned the batter into glue! I laughed and laughed and when I phoned Paula and my friend
to tell them about my discovery, they also laughed heartily over the blunder that made for
an interesting evening, since it became the main topic of conversation.
I will only add that the reason it would not have occurred to me to check that I had
selected the pancake mix rather that the flour is because I never buy pancake mix in a bag,
only in
a box because it contains a smaller portion. The bag of pancake mix was left over from “Breakfast in
Bethlehem” an event held at our church each year on the feast of the Epiphany. I am one of the pancake
makers and someone gave me the leftover to take home.
Since no harm was done, I guess this is one case where a dessert disaster turned into a social success.
Pritchard Coat of Arms
By Susan Kennedy
The Shield is “Silver; on a black horizontal band between three black shells
a gold buck’s head full-faced between two gold buckles.”
Above the shield and helmet is the crest which is described as: “A silver
dragon’s head jagged, holding in his mouth a black shell, the next charged
with two blue buckles placed horizontally between two blue narrow horizontal
bands.”
The Motto: “LABORE IT FIDE” (By Labour and Loyalty)
The surname Pritchard appears to be patronymic in origin, and is believed
to be associated with the Welsh, meaning, “the son of Richard”. Different
spelling variations include, Prichard , Pritchards, Prichards.
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When We Were Young
By Olive Heron
Each year it takes a while to know what to write for the newsletter, but always something comes up to
set you on the right track.
I was watching TV the other day when on came breaking news. There was a shooting at a high school
in the west end of Toronto; I was shocked. They said a 15-year-old boy had been shot in the high school and
was rushed to the hospital. He was in critical condition. I sat there thinking how terrible it was. What kind of a
place do we live in? So many teens seem to be getting shot these days. What is the matter with everybody?
When I was young and in school you never heard of anyone getting shot. There
were fights yes, but not with guns. When I was about six I remember my brother
Walter and his friend Buddy getting beat up by some older boys. I was on my
way home from school, walking through a field by my Grandmother’s house
when I looked across the field and saw some older boy beating up Walter and
Buddy. I ran over to see what I could do. Luckily, I had taken a baseball bat
to school and I ran at the boys with the bat, swinging it as hard as I could at
them. Before I reached them, they took off. I don’t know whether they were
frightened of me or if it was because I was a girl, and boys didn’t hit girls in those days.
I didn’t notice, but my Grandmother came out of her house to stop me from being so foolish,
she said. She got us all together and took us home to tell my Mother what terrible things we were doing.
Walter fighting and me fighting with some boys. I tried to explain, but she would not listen. We had no
business fighting, especially me a girl. When my Grandmother left, Walter explained what had happened, how
the boys had been mad at Buddy for what he had done and saw them walking through the field and jumped
them. Walter had quite a few cuts and bruises. Mom cleaned him up and told him to watch himself after this.
Can you imagine what it would be like today? If one of the kids had a gun, we could all have been dead. My
mother didn’t have anything to say to me, but every time the story came up my mother was the one telling it.
This is the only reason I remember it.
Then there was the one about Gordon, my young brother, and his friend Robin who got in an
altercation at a restaurant on Queen St. This is the way I heard the story: Gordon
was around 17 (I think) when it happened. They got into a little fight at the
restaurant and they left, but the boys followed them and when they got about
halfway home they fought with them again. The police came and brought
Gordon and Robin home. They had quite a few cuts and bruises. No guns
involved in that one either. But again, if it were today, it
might have involved lethal weapons. I think Gordon
should be telling you this one, I don’t really remember it
all that well. It was better then, when fights were just
settled with fists.
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The First Year of Retirement
By Janice Noonan
After 31 years of teaching, I retired last June. I spent the last sixteen years
working at head office in a department that changed its name from Computers in
Education to Information Technology, then Academic Information Technology
and finally Academic Information Communication Technology. I in-serviced
teachers and other staff members in the use of computers in the classroom and as
tools for their jobs. The end of June was always a busy time for us as we supported
teachers with problems they encountered when completing the Provincial Report
Card. Even the Help Desk, when they couldn’t solve a teacher’s problem, passed it
on to me. I was the leading expert at the Board for fixing crashed report cards.
Fortunately, my retirement didn’t leave the Board high and dry with regards to report
card support, for in the final term of the 2005-2006 school year, our board piloted a new on-line report card.
The support for this report card would come from the IT technicians. The teachers in our department would be
responsible only for training the classroom teachers in its use.
Because of this, my retirement got off to a slow start. Before leaving at the end of June, I promised my
colleagues that I would help them with the in-services in the fall when everyone would start using the online
report card. They had 170 schools to in-service, on site, in twenty days and only six staff members to
accomplish this. I and three others came back from retirement to help with this project. We worked full time
from the last week in September until the first week in November. Then, throughout November, we took shifts
at the Help Desk in the evenings and on weekends to further assist the teachers while they worked on their
reports.
In December, just when I though I was retired again, I received a phone call from my former boss. She
wanted to know if I would come in for a couple of weeks to test the software on the new computer image.
(Every time a new piece of software is added to the network, every program has to be tested to ensure that the
new piece did nothing to interfere with other software. Because of the time this takes, new software is usually
added only once a year.) I spent two weeks trying every piece of software as a student, a teacher and an
administrator.
Finally, when I finished this project, I could go to bed at night, knowing that in the morning I could get up
and do nothing more than see Michael off to school. With my new found freedom, though, I didn’t do nothing.
Among many other things, I spent a lot of time this winter in preparing for our vacation this summer. Last
summer, Michael suggested than instead of playing softball, that we take the whole summer and travel out
west.
We thought we’d like to travel in an RV. However, research showed that renting an RV for two months
would cost a minimum of $13,000. We decided to purchase one, with the possibility of selling it later. Even
though we
thought we would buy an RV in the spring of 2007, we went looking in early summer
of
2006, just to get an idea of what was available. We happened to see a motor
home that we liked that was at a very reasonable price. While considering it
for a couple of days, we went on the dealer’s website to have another look at
it. To our surprise, the price was lowered by $3000. We went to the dealer the
next morning and bought the RV for $16,000.
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Two of our family members are enjoying successful careers in music. Both are named James. Coincidence?
Maybe, maybe not.
James Pritchard
James "PROBLEM CHILD" Pritchard, born and raised in the GTA has been
fronting the stage for 4 years now (3 as a member of FTATR). In 1996, he finally
got the guts to jump up onto a karaoke stage and try a song (generally there are a
lot more people at karaoke than in the shower where most of us think we are rock
stars). The first three tunes he ever performed were Crazy Little Thing Called
Love by Queen, Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi and Kids Wanna Rock by
Bryan Adams. That was 10 years ago now. AC/DC was always a favourite band
for James so he started to work on practicing a tune to try at karaoke...BACK IN
BLACK. The rest of the AC/DC karaoke catalogue was soon to follow and people
would regularly request him to do an AC/DC tune whenever he was there. Dean,
the original drummer for FTATR approached James at karaoke one night and
asked if he would be interested in starting an AC/DC tribute band. James is not
only the singer but has also been the band's manager for the past couple of years.
Their website is http://ftatr.com/HOME1.htm
James Furlong
James Furlong, aka J.Aslan, plays bass in the band, The Birthday Massacre. The Birthday Massacre comes
from Toronto, Canada. Combining their interests in various musical and artistic styles, the band has
successfully accumulated an impressive international fan base, press accolades, and defied categorization with
their unique sound and visuals.
The band was formed in 2000, and independently produced and recorded their
first two albums, Nothing and Nowhere and Violet. Through both of these highdemand releases, as well as their highly acclaimed and beautifully atmospheric
website, the band has obtained a large and loyal fan base throughout the world. The
band currently finds a home on the European label Repo Records, and Metropolis
in North America . The band’s line-up consists of vocalist Chibi, guitarists
Rainbow and Mike Falcore, bassist Aslan, keyboardist O-en and drummer Rhim.
The last year has seen the band extensively touring internationally, traveling
across Canada , the United States , Mexico , and many European countries. They
have become renowned for their high-energy live performances, drawing large,
mixed crowds through their appeal to fans of a surprisingly wide range of genres.
Equally comfortable playing intimate venues as they are on a festival stage, the
band’s highly-praised performances will continue into the next year as they
continue touring and creating new material for future release.
Their website is http://thebirthdaymassacre.com/
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Walter Pritchard
By Olive Heron
What I remember about my brother Walter?
The Air Force.
Walter was older them me by what I thought was 2 years, (now I’m not
sure) We played together often, we also had our little fights, like siblings do.
Mostly we had fun together. I hung around with his buddies and we played
baseball, football or what ever. In this instance, I was just one of the boys. My
girlfriends and Walters boyfriends played together too. Walter was a very
smart boy. As I remember he always got good marks; he often was at the top
of the class. If I remember right, he even skipped a grade, I think it was grade
2 or 3.
When Walter graduated from grade 8, he went to work for our Dad at the
Danforth Furnace Works. He worked in the office, answering telephones and
waiting on customers, etc. I didn’t have as much to do with him when he
started working. He had his friends and I had mine. A little after Dad took
over the business (Danforth Furnace Works), we moved from 112 Branston
Rd. In York, down to 752 Broadview Ave., where the business was.
Walter still kept in touch with his friend Bruce Shields. His family to had
moved to some place on Donlands Ave. not too far from us (well at least
closer then Branston Rd.). His Father worked for the Donlands Dairy. They hung out together a lot. Bruce, I
think, drove his father’s car and he and Walter often went a lot of places together. In 1942, when Walter turned
18, he joined the Air force .
It was here that he met his wife Doris, she was also in the air force, I believe she was a cook.
Walter brought Doris home one time when he was on leave. He wanted us to know her. A little while later
they set a date and were married. I was a bridesmaid. A little time after that, they announced that they were
expecting a baby. Now, I don’t remember whether or not Walter went oversea before Doris had Aileen but he
was not there when she moved to 68 Bellfair Ave. In the Beaches, a house my Mom and Dad bought, so Doris
would have a place to live while Walter was overseas.
Aileen was not very old when they moved there. I remember, once in a while, going down to visit Doris to
help her shop.
I wrote often to Walter when he was in England, telling him all the things that were going on at our place. I
took the place of Mom and Dad writing, so when his letter came back we all read them. Walter was a gunner in
an airplane, but it seems to me that he also helped out on dairy farm, when he wasn’t flying.
Walter came home in the summer of 1946, I remember we all went down to the Exhibition grounds to see
the fellows coming home. Doris and Aileen were with us. It was such a joyous occasion.
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For my offering in this year’s Newsletter, I decided to reproduce a bit of fiction I wrote in the 1980s:
The Seat Across the Aisle
by George Heron
Call it some sort of time-warp phenomenon if you want. Call it an unbelievable coincidence. Or maybe it
was a combination of both.
It began shortly after I boarded the VIA Rail Transcontinental at Winnipeg, heading east. I quickly found a
vacant seat in my assigned coach. After exerting the usual
effort, I managed to get my two pieces of luggage nicely
positioned in the overhead rack and I settled comfortably in
my seat.
I was aware of another Winnipeg passenger occupying the
seat directly across the aisle from mine. At first I paid him no
real attention. But when my eyes finally focussed on his face, I
was startled by his familiar look. He bore an uncanny
resemblance to my boyhood chum, Kenneth Wilson. Only a
much older edition. This man was in his mid-sixties, I would guess, the same age as myself. Kenny (as I used
to call him) was unfortunately long dead.
While studying the stranger’s face, I felt myself being dragged back in time. It was during the Second
World War, in the fall of 1944 to be precise. I was on a troop train—again heading east from Winnipeg—
among army reinforcements for the fighting in Europe. The Allied invasion of Normandy had begun in June
and we soldiers were needed to help bring the depleted units up to strength.
Of course, Kenny was there too. We had joined the army
together, just as we had done everything together since we were
kids: school, sports, going out on double dates, you name it.
A lot of the guys were whooping it up, singing or joking. Some
were playing cards. Others were reading. Kenny was enthralled
in that First World War novel, A Maid and a Million Men. It was
a beaten-up paperback that the guys had passed around at camp.
I was next to get it. The story involved a girl who had somehow
faked her way into the army disguised as a man. It promised to
be fascinating reading and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it.
Only Kenny was a slow reader and I figured we would be
Europe before he was through.
But fate decreed that I would not finish the trip. Somewhere along our Northern Ontario route I became ill.
At first, it was just a slight pain in the chest when I breathed in; this was accompanied by the beginning of a
fever. Both got worse as the hours went by and I got quite weak. My condition was such that the
medical orderlies on board arranged for me to lie in a bunk, even during daylight
hours. Someone must have wired ahead at one of the stops, because when
we reached Toronto, ambulance attendants were waiting for me. They
quickly took me off the train on a stretcher, along with my gear, and
wheeled me toward the platform exit.
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I knew Kenny was as disappointed as I was at our splitting up. As a nice gesture, and no doubt as an
afterthought, he yelled out the open window to the ambulance attendants to come back for the book he knew I
wanted. But they ignored him, concentrating only on getting me to the hospital as quickly as possible.
I was taken to Christie Street Hospital, which served military personnel, where it was determined that I had
a bad case of pleurisy. Those cold nights sleeping in the open air on the prairie during training exercises had
finally taken their toll. The result was, I spent the next two weeks in the hospital before my health
returned to normal. After my hospital discharge I was sent to the military depot at Exhibition
Park in Toronto’s west end, until they decided what to do with me. I was still there a couple
of months later when I got word that Kenny had been killed in action. I was devastated.
Suddenly, I was back in the present, the scenery of Northern Ontario rushing past my
window. For some reason I had an overwhelming compulsion to question the stranger
who looked so much like Kenny. Was he some distant cousin or other I did not know
about?
A glance across the aisle told me I was too late. The stranger was
gone, his seat now unmistakably vacant. But wait, what was that object
sitting on it? You might already have guessed. I picked up a beaten-up
paperback copy of A Maid and a Million Men.
I asked the passing conductor what stop the man had gotten off the
train.
“What man,” he answered. “That seat’s been empty since Winnipeg.”
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Albert Louis Heron
By Susan Kennedy
Sadly, I never knew my grandfather, my father’s father, Albert Heron, who died before my parents married.
He died in 1942 and my parents were married in 1949. He was only 58 when his heart gave out, so young. His
passing left my grandmother, Florence with two young girls, 8 and 6 and two boys 18 (my father) & 13. World
War II was underway and it was not long after his passing that my father dutifully signed up for service.
My grandfather was no stranger to hardship as he had been injured in the First
World War and, during the Depression between the Wars, he had a difficult time
finding steady employment to support his family. He had various jobs: shoveled
snow in winter (before the plows that we know today), helped to paint the Bloor
St. Viaduct in 1924, once was an Auxiliary Policeman during the two weeks of the
CNE. No matter how dismal the weather, he went out most days to work on a
salvage truck to supplement the meager pension the Armed Forces had award him
due to his injury.
One son, Robert, having lived only a year, predeceased him. Albert and Flo had
been married about three years when their second born went home to God. For ten
days little Bobby, as he was affectionately called, lay in Toronto Sick Kids
hospital with Bronchi pneumonia. With no prescription drugs to combat this
serious illness Bobby died. The heartache they felt can only be imagined.
Before the war that forever affected his life, my grandfather lived with his
parents and three siblings in Charlottetown, PEI where he was born in 1884. He
was tall and handsome and had black hair, and I know where my father’s dark hair
comes from. Albert was a hard worker even then, as he first worked in the mines, then on the winter boats on
the East Coast. Why did he leave this life, where he was his mother’s favorite? I can only surmise that it was
because of his leg injury, that he might have a better chance for employment or treatment in Toronto. He, of
course had no way of knowing that the Depression would weigh heavily upon him.
Another thing I know about him, he was smart. He played checkers in Allan Gardens and had a stamp
collection. He loved to read. And he was creative—he could draw and he wrote poetry. His poetry reflects the
hard life he had. And yet, we can see the excitement he felt when he received a letter from his niece, Isabelle
(his youngest sister, Lena’s, daughter) in 1935. “Say your letter was swell, brimming full of youthful personality”
he writes back to the twenty-year-old. He speaks of his drawing, “Three years ago the Manager of Eaton’s Fine Art
Galleries phoned Christie St. Hospital, that’s the Military Pension Board and Vocational Training, that it would be a
good thing to give me a course in painting as I had rare talent.”
Even though I have never met my grandfather I can almost see him. Fun loving, happy, hardworking and
man who loved his family.
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Poverty and Want
By Albert Heron
Want wears ragged clothes and worn shoes
Poverty is scissor-trimmed and spit-polished.
Want cries openly and grins secretly
Poverty weeps secretly and smiles openly
Want enters by a rusty latch
Poverty by a stained brass knob
Want is necessity
Poverty is need and vanity
Want craves,
Poverty laments
Want has its’ birds of a feather
Poverty travels alone
Want has a relief voucher
Poverty a pawn ticket
Want suffers physically,
Poverty morally
Want is buoyed by self pity
Poverty is sunk by self condemnation
Want has its fasts and feasts
Poverty eats sparingly at all times
Want has no means
Poverty a small income
Want seeks charity as a friend
Poverty shuns it as an enemy
Want demands help, red with anger
Poverty refuses, scarlet with shame.
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Heron Family Track results 2006/2007
By Pat Heron
Fall 2006 – Cross Country Running
Paul enjoyed cross-country this year. I think he felt a little
lonely without his brothers, Daniel and Joseph, there at his
school. He was used to trying to beat his older brothers but
without them there it wasn’t the same. He still got lots of
attention from the rest of the students for being one of the
“Heron” boys. He came in 12th out of about 150 boys in the
cross-country race for the area.
Here is Paul running in a cross country race. In the
pictures his feet never seem to touch the ground.
Daniel, Joseph and James competed on their school (Notre Dame, Ajax) cross country team. This was the
first time for Daniel and Joseph at the high school level. They completed in many competitions that led up to
competing in the regional LOSSA (Lake Ontario Secondary School Athletics) finals. Joseph qualified for the
OFSAA (Ontario Federation of School Athletic Associations) finals in Thunder Bay, Ontario (Nov. 4th 2006).
The rest of the team missed qualification by one place.
James – Cross country
Daniel, Joseph and other cross country team members.
Joseph finished 78th of 226 at the OFSAA finals.
Spring 2007 – Track and Field
Daniel and Joseph were very active this year competing (and winning many awards) in many track meets in
the spring that led up to the LOSSA meet and the OFSAA Regional meet. The results of those two meets for
Daniel, Joseph and James are below. Although James was not as active this year, he still completed in the
LOSSA and OFSAA Regional meets.
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Daniel and Joseph were among a group of four, of their school athletes, that won the school century award
for attending 100+ practices for track and cross country. They were also nominated for the Track and Cross
Country team Coach’s award.
May 22/23, 2007 – LOSAA (regional meet representing 30 high schools)
Daniel
400m – midget (grade 9) – (57.46) 4th of 22 – qualified for OFSAA Regional Finals
800m – midget – (2:09.80) 5th of 33 – qualified for OFSAA Regional Finals
1500m – midget – (4:32.98) 6th of 28
Joseph
1500m – midget – (4:26.27) 4th of 28 – qualified for OFSAA Regional Finals
3000m – midget – (9:51.44) 3rd of 16 – qualified for OFSAA Regional Finals
Discus– midget – (29.99m) 4th of 10 – qualified for OFSAA Regional Finals
Joseph & Daniel
4X100m relay – midget (49.50) – 3rd of 6 – qualified for OFSAA Regional Finals
James
Javelin Senior (grade 11 and up) – (41.77m) – 4th of 30
Joseph & Daniel trying the steeple chase race for the first time (the water was cold that day).
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May 30/31, 2007 – OFSAA Central Region Meet
Daniel
800m – midget (grade 9) – (2:05.50) 4th of 15 – qualified for OFSAA Finals
400m – midget – (55.02) 6th of 15 – missed qualifying for OFSAA finals by 8/100 of a second (qualified for
OFSAA Finals after two qualifying runners withdrew from the finals).
Joseph
1500m – midget – (4:30.82) 6th of 15 - even though he was tripped and fell scraping his shoulder blade and hip.
3000m – midget – (10:01.39) 7th of 15
Discus– midget – (23.85) 14th of 15
Joseph & Daniel
4X100m relay – midget – (48.80) 5th of 15 – missed qualifying for OFSAA finals by 9/100 of a second.
James
Javelin Senior (grade 11 and up) – 11th of 14
Paul (grade 5) competed at his school and placed 1st in running long jump, and in the 800m, 2nd in the
1500m, 5th in 100m. He represented his school in running long jump and the 800m at the regional meet on June
7. He came in 4th for running long jump and 3rd for the 800m dash.
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We took delivery on the day before we were leaving for Algonquin last
summer, so we had a chance to try it out before our long trip. We loved it! So
now, as I write this, we are just three weeks away from heading out on our
journey to the Pacific. We are driving west through
the United States, taking a southern route that will
bring us through the Texas Panhandle and up to the Grand Canyon. We will be
riding horses and heritage trains, floating in the Great Salt Lake and watching the
geysers in Yellowstone Park.
Travelling east through Canada, we will explore Vancouver
Island and the Rocky Mountains, enjoy Banff and Jasper
National Parks, visit the West Edmonton Mall and Dinosaur
Provincial Park, stop by Dog River (Rouleau, Saskatchewan) the
home of Corner Gas and visit the new RCMP Heritage Museum and the Royal Canadian
Mint. We will tour the locks and ride through the Algoma Canyon in Sault Ste. Marie
and camp near the Brent Crater in Algonquin’s north.
Because I am retired, we are free to leave on our trip a couple of days before school ends. We plan on
returning home on the Thursday or Friday before School starts in September. I have two pages of stops to
provide to CAA for our Triptik. All told, we will be travelling over 15,000 km.
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California Dreaming
By Susan Kennedy
While we planned our trip to California songs danced on our lips, “Do you know the way to San Jose….?”
Or “I left my heart in San Francisco”, “California here I come”, and for those who know me, know that these
were the only actual words I knew to any of these songs. But my family did have a bit of a laugh watching me
trying to sing them.
Consulting the maps, I discovered how little I knew about California. Our daughter had moved there last
year with our eldest grandson, Joshua, now 4 years old, and we were going for his birthday. We were going to
be spend his birthday in Disneyland, a 6 hour drive away—I am sure a dream birthday for many children. In
fact, it was Spring Break in that area so the park was extremely crowded. (More like a nightmare for me—I
don’t like crowds.) Based on our experience, I would like to offer you some
tips, should you ever plan a trip to California.
Planning tip #1: make sure you check what is going on at these
theme parks before you go. But what does a child care if the
waiting time is longer, especially when they are going to Minnie’s
Breakfast (with the Disney characters), or birthday cake decorating
with the characters in the afternoon, and to top it off, dinner at
Goofy’s kitchen. An expensive day for sure.
Planning tip #2: As for the birthday dinner, either have the
characters sing “Happy Birthday” right away or go earlier in the
day so the child doesn’t fall asleep before the action happens.
Planning tip 3#: Don’t go to Santa Cruz Boardwalk after spending
3 days at theme parks in Anaheim – believe me after that
you don’t want to go to any type of “fun” amusement
park—how many merry go rounds can you go on?
Planning tip #4: Enjoy San Diego, but be aware that Sea
World at $50 a head was it not worth sitting in bleachers
with the hot sun beating down on you just to see some
type of fish jump through hoops for food or to see it kiss
the attendant or—the biggest event—splashing the
audience. Whales, dolphins, seals, were all the same, just
different sizes. And there was nowhere to eat.
Planning tip #5: If you go on any City Passes that involve transportation, be aware that later in the
day you will probably have to wait for several buses before you can get a seat. We left many people
behind.
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Planning tip #6: If you want pictures make sure you bring your camera. Don’t assume that because
you asked where the camera was that anyone, especially the person who knows, will bring it.
Otherwise you won’t have a picture of the six of you on a six-seater bike pedaling all over the Santa
Barbara water front. And that would be a sight to see. (Too bad you won’t see it!)
Planning tip #7: Expect that you will get lost and just bring a GPS (Global Positing System) because
it can be pretty scary taking the wrong turn and getting lost in Los Angles at 2:00 in the morning.
Especially as you fear you are in the bad part of town (not that you really know, because you don’t
really know where you are). If all else fails—remember: look up and keep the highway in view. At
some point you will probably find a way back to.
Planning tip #8: Don’t expect places to be spectacular just because you are in California. Hollywood
was a bust. But then some places are better than you thought they would be. Alcatraz, and the
Winchester House were well worth the money.
Planning tip #9: The traffic in and around LA is as bad
as you see on TV. Avoid it if possible or get off the
highway as the secondary roads are not as crowded.
Planning tip #10: If you are going to visit someone,
(your grandchild) just stay and visit. Forget the big tour
around. Just see the things close by. But if you have
to go to LA - fly.
More Family News
From the Herons in Orillia
Sarah and Cory are expecting their first child. The due date is September 12. Sarah received her nursing
license in October and has been working full time at Leisureworld in Orilla. Cory has just produced his
second CD “age of consequence”, with his band UDM. Peter graduated on Wednesday, June 13, from
Culinary Arts for baking and pastry making. He currently works full time at Oakdale Golf and Country
Club. Jennifer’s daughter, Laurie, has received two awards from the Navy League cadets 1) perfect
attendance and 2) Best cadet Level 3 (able cadet). Dylan is in Beavers. He has planted trees, sold apples and
was in the remembrance day parade in Orillia. Jen is in the ECE and is in her last year. David works
fulltime at Montainas and part-time at Primerica. He is still in the pipe band for the Gravenhurst Fire
College. Laurie and Greg celebrated their 30th anniversary. Greg is still rocking and Laurie is still breeding
goldens.
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THE UNVEILING OF JENNY PENNY
By Lucy Furlong
When I look back on the period of my life during the late 50s and early 60s, of all the
fun things my sister Jean and I and our friends experienced, and of all the people we knew,
nothing could ever come close to the fun we had with a character by the name of Jenny
Penny.
How can I best describe Jenny? I don’t mind saying that she was odd looking, because
no one could deny it, yet her countenance was more marvellous than it was weird. Her
cheeks were puffed as though they were stuffed with marshmallows, her doltish eyebrows
met, and at the tip of her nose balanced heavy horn-rimmed glasses. Plump in curious
places, it was as though she had soft pillows stuffed under the old-fashioned dresses she
wore. Her unruly thick brown hair donned a hat that looked as if a 300-pound man might
have sat upon it, yet, yielded one tiny daisy standing upright. When she spoke, she had a
quirky way of turning her head sideways and scrinching her face. On the plus side, she had
soft delicate skin, and deep blue eyes.
Jenny always had a lot to say and she articulated in a high-pitched penetrating voice,
drawing out simple words in her speech as one draws out words in a song. Whatever she
Jean & Lucy
said we found amusing, for she had cockeyed ideas. For instance, if we were in the middle
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of a conversation on any topic, oh maybe discussing the binary arithmetic operation, or
what the otter must know to survive in his habitat, just as the conversation would become engrossing, she
would choose that moment to say something like, “I do believe that if the gorilla ruled the world it would be a
much better place.” She was a loopy, boisterous, crazy kind of woman, but whatever she did or said we
delighted in her. Jenny could do no wrong.
As to how old she was, Jenny was ageless, for peculiar people are like that. They’re ethereal. I don’t recall
anyone ever wondering where she lived or where she came from. I guess if anyone asked, they wouldn’t have
received a straight answer anyway. She just showed up now and then, and sometimes in the most unexpected
places.
Jean and I belonged to the Sodality of the Blessed Virgin Mary at our church. This was an organization
composed of a dozen or so twenty-something women who wanted to better their spirituality by prayer and
meditation, attending retreats and learning more of the faith by reading and studying. Guiding us was a young
priest fresh from the seminary, Fr. O’Toole, who was a holy and somewhat strict young man, and who took his
counselling to us ladies very seriously. Once, we were all ready to leave when one of us made a chance remark
that something was “just a venial sin.” Catching wind of that comment, we were told that nothing was just a
venial sin, and we were asked to be seated again and were given a lecture on sin, and that a venial sin was still
a sin, therefore, an offence against God. Fr. O’Toole didn’t let us girls away with anything.
One evening at our sodality meeting, we were sitting around the conference table when, suddenly, in
sauntered Jenny Penny. “I’ve head about this sodality, and I’d love to become a member,” she announced to
Fr. O’Toole and all us girls. Everyone was taken aback by her presence. I decided to let on I didn’t know her,
as I was a little embarrassed as to what might come out of her mouth and I didn’t want to be the one they’d
look to for explanations.
However, even though I pretended not to know Jenny, I couldn’t help laughing at everything she said.
Everyone was looking at her, wide-eyed with disbelief and I suppose that Father and the girls thought me
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rather rude but it was just too much for me, for once seated Jenny took over the entire meeting leaving the
hapless young priest totally bewildered. With all eyes on her she began discussing the loose morals of our
modern secular world and the lack of religious training. After each remark, she would cluck her tongue, not
just once like, tsk-tsk, but on and on like the staccato sound produced by hitting one key on a typewriter.
Carried away by the rhythm of her own voice, she’d tsk-tsk from a high-pitched soprano to a deep bass. At this
performance of a minute or more, the mouths of all present literally hung open.
After Jenny exhausted her chatter on loose morals, and before Fr. O’Toole could get a word in, she changed
the subject and started talking about her experiences when she visited the Vatican. “I do believe the Pope was
looking at me when he waved amid the throng. Yes, I’ll admit he was a mile or so away, but we made eye
contact.” And on and on she spouted in her grating voice all the while twisting her face while turning it
sideways.
As her talk continued, Fr. O’Toole started fidgeting in his chair, while the girls were doing their best to
behave charitably toward this curious woman by giving sympathetic looks. Although, at times when Jenny
cracked what they considered a joke, it gave them an opportunity to release any stifled laughter, with even Fr.
O’Toole muffling a guffaw. But finally, between Jenny’s carry on and my uncontrolled laughter, the
exasperated priest could stand it no longer, and I suppose, wondering how he could get rid of this woman and
have a normal meeting, he asked her very kindly, “Would you mind coming to my office, Miss Penny?”
Jenny had no choice but to leave with him and when they left the girls just screamed with incredulity at the
carry on of this strange woman. Fr. O’Toole was gone for a while, but he returned without Jenny, chuckling
under his breath and looking a bit bemused. With him came Jean who apologized for being late for the
meeting. The girls were glad to see her as it gave them the opportunity of releasing the excitement they
experienced by telling someone about this mysterious woman. Jean said that we knew Jenny, so I was glad I
was able to explain my rude behaviour somewhat by saying that Jenny was used to my outbursts.
I didn’t see Jenny too often after that, but I do remember the last time I saw her. Jean was married now and
she and her husband Glen had a little baby girl, Laurie, and they lived in a very nice home. As Jean hadn’t
entertained for quite a while, she decided to throw a party and among the many guests that came that night was
a guy called Jerry.
Jerry was an entertainer, a singer, and he was well liked for he was good looking and full of fun. He held
characteristics befitting a guy who had spent time in show business and was what we might call today, artsy.
He also liked to be in charge and so when a knock was heard at the door and Jean was in the baby’s room
nursing Laurie before putting her to bed, and Glen was mixing drinks, he went to answer it.
“Oh I know who that is,” Glen hollered, seeing her from the window. “It’s Jenny Penny. She always comes
to complain about the noise if we have anyone over, but if I give her a drink she’s happy and even stays
awhile.”
From where I was sitting I could see Jerry opening the door and standing very still, just taking in the
spectacle that was envisioned before him. For a moment there was silence, then that old familiar piercing voice
was heard with, “What’s all the racket going on here?” Dumfounded, Jerry stood agape as he was nudged out
of the way when Jenny entered. All the guests stared at her and once again I decided to pretend not to know
her. However, I couldn’t fool one girl named Avril as she was present the night Jenny came to the sodality
meeting.
When Jenny entered, Glen asked her if she wanted something to eat. “No, later,” she replied, “but I
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wouldn’t mind a little liquor for the old ticker.” Sitting down and making herself comfortable with her brew,
Jenny looked surprisingly shapely in a black cocktail dress, contrasting comically with her blimp-like noggin
and odd-looking face. With Jerry’s likeable demeanour, she seemed to take a fancy to him immediately and to
get his attention, she addressed him as “young man” and when he looked, she would flutter her eyelashes and
hike her dress slightly above her knee and kick out her leg for his viewing.
Jerry, sitting across the room from her in a sofa chair, started blushing and rolling his eyes, hoping to garner
some empathy from anyone in the room. But the guests were beside themselves with delight over this strange
person, some rushing into the kitchen forming a circle, clasping their hands and whispering breathlessly, “Oh
my gosh!” And “Where’s Jean?”
As time went on and as outlandish as Jenny was, it seemed everyone was starting to enjoy these nuggets of
golden antics coming from this animated character. With her audience captive, Jenny told many tales of her
life experiences. “I was once heartened by flattering observations of my shapely figure, and so I submitted a
photograph of myself to a modelling agency. You can imagine my utter horror when they returned the pictures
superimposed with another model’s face on mine. This was accompanied by a letter of consent.” At this stage
the memory of that painful event was so wrenching that the sorrow caused her face to contort in such a way
that her lower lip jutted out, her chin puckered trembling in grief, her nostrils pinched and her steely gaze bore
into the guests. Witnessing these peculiar grimaces, hushed laughter was heard instead of sympathy.
Changing the subject and getting into a more jovial mood after the sad outburst on her modelling career, she
said she wrote a song. With a wry smirk she sang, “Who’s been polishing up the sun, wiping out the clouds of
gray, they must have knowed that I loved you, cause everything’s going my way.” While singing she strutted
back and forth gazing upward and making polishing gestures with her hands.
Jenny directed much of the conversation to Jerry. With his show business background, he was use to
exuberant characters and he was soon kidding back and forth with her. His applause after this song seemed to
encourage her on and, with all this sweetness and attention coming from him, it was soon obvious to everyone
that Jenny was becoming smitten with him. Looking demurely at him and bearing her heart, she stood and
sang, “You made me love you, I didn’t wanna do it, I didn’t wanna do it. You made me love you, and all the
time ya knew it, I bet ya always knew it.” Then going down on one knee before him, “Gimme gimme what I
cry for, ya know ya got the kinda kisses, that I die for, ya know ya made me, love you . . .”
While her voice was still in a high octave on the you, Jerry, now beside himself in the need to be delivered
from this strange woman, dashed into the kitchen, fell to his knees in front of Glen, wrapped his arms around
his leg and looking up pleadingly at him, gasped, “Save me!” But Glen, showing little sympathy, tried to free
himself by dragging him across the kitchen floor. At this stage Avril and I burst into crazed laughter crumpling
into a heap on the couch.
After things had settled a little and keeping the group, especially Jerry, entertained for a long time, Jenny,
scrinching her face and turning it on an angle, said in her piercing voice, “I’d like everyone to sit down, as I
want to do a little dance for all of you.” Doing an impromptu promenade to her own strident beat, she started
strutting back and forth chanting, “Da da da dada dada. . . Da da da. . . dadada. . . Da Da Da Da Da
dadadadadadada.” First the hat came off and was flung across the room. “Da Da Da. . . Dadadada” . . . then the
glasses . . . “dadada” . . . then the wig . . . “dadada” . . . with each removal she would make a quick circle. “Da
da da da” . . . then the tissue stuffed in her mouth . . . “dada da” . . . slowly. . . slowly . . .turning around. .
.emerging under all this garb appeared . . . Jean.
Yes, the truth will out. Jenny Penny was the alter ego of Jean. She was as they say of the alter ego, the other
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self, a second personality or persona within a person.
Jerry stood up, motionless, pointing a finger at her uttering incoherently, “Aha . . . aha . . . aha . . . aha . . .
aha . . . aha,” then he fell backwards onto the sofa chair.
There’s a term in showbiz “always leave them laughing.” That night with Jerry, Jenny had reached the peak
of her Everest, for nothing could ever match the evening of the unveiling of Jenny Penny. As Jerry was heard
to say longingly, “The only sad thing is that such a creature doesn’t really exist.”
Ah Jenny! What a whimsical wonderful personality you were. I shall not look upon your like again.
Postscript: In August 2006, Jerry Laughlin, the man in the story, celebrated his 75th birthday. It was a big
gala with about 150 present. Jerry got up and spoke about Jenny to the audience and about how Jean dressed
up, and he recalled how terrified and embarrassed he was at being singled out by this strange woman. He
concluded by saying that Jean was the best actress he had ever met.
As for Fr. O’Toole, he simply did not recognize her either, neither did any of the girls. When she went to
his office, she thought he knew and started taking the tissue out of her cheeks. He thought she was taking her
teeth out.
Jean wore no mask on her face, and we marvel even more now than we did then, that she wasn’t
recognized. So it all comes down to the acting and Jerry certainly summed it up well. The best actress he, or
anyone, had ever met.
Lucy & Jean 2005
By Lucy Furlong, 2006 With recognition to Jean for her help in nudging my memory when needed and
contributing a line here and there.
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The Up and Comings From Picnic 2006